I've found myself taking an excessive amount of comfort in the '90s as of late. Let me be clear from the start: the '90s were not a good time in the life of me. Does anyone remember 6th grade? Yeah, that was 1996, and then through '99 were pretty much the opposite of a blast. So why I've been choosing to revel in pop culture from those exact years, I have zero idea.
However, in homage to that time, let's look at some pretty awesome (or at least other people say they're awesome) books from then. I need to take a break from watching Buffy and wearing plaid anyway:
The Hours by Michael Cunningham. This won the Pulitzer for Fiction. I love this cover, although I haven't seen it in real life. Ok, confession, I haven't heard of the other winners from '96-'99. And I haven't read The Hours, I've only seen the movie. Shit, I'm bad at this.
The real turning point came when I was reading something like Nicholas Nickleby and I thought, 'Okay. If literature helps us understand our world/society...how does it help me if the only world/society I understand is Victorian England?' So I decided to read contemporary stuff, and now, woo, it's pretty great.
Does anyone else remember stuff from the '90s? Granted, it wasn't that long ago, but I was pretty divorced from pop culture in general, 'cause I was a full-of-myself preteen/teenager. Also because my mother swore pop music LITERALLY hurt her ears. I seem to recall butterfly hair clips being big. That's about it.